CONTRADICTED STARS || L. PARTRIDGE [1 | EDITING]

OO. Burning Kitchen

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THE BREADTH of imagination is the only sanity I have left. The only stigma to the bud of a flower that continues to grow minute by minute.

The flower turns to a girl, then the girl turns into the world.

Feeling what is not there makes me feel like I'm somewhere perfect.

I like all fictitious things. From new beginnings to dramatic deaths, I crave it all.

I like imagining when I'm on my period because . . . I'm on my period. It's already a qualified reason.

I can do it any time I want. It's free real estate.

Even in my room, I can go anywhere I want. For example, Paris. The city of love where I meet a good-looking guy that would knock me off my feet and sigh in a dreamy manner.

He would be so good and promising. So perfect and sweet- And, there we go again.

This is why normal people don't even impress me anymore. This is also why I only fall in love with people drawn on paper, written in books and played in the movies.

'Shut up, Y/N!'

Welcome to another moment of me adapting a character's personality. For today's episode, Anne With An E!

"Y/N! I need you to stop staring at that window and hold this for me real quick. Don't leave the livestream! It's screen recording. I just need to help Tito Dior. We're going out for a while to grab those missing ingredients for the cake!" Priya exclaimed.